sick

I just want to get away from it all
to leave it all behind
to escape the random hells of life
to lose the world to the depths of my mind

I'm sick and tired of feeling like this
sometimes insane, sometimes fine
sick and tired of distracting myself
for just the sake of keeping my life

but what is this life? this chain of chaos?
that's what I'd like to know
for so often I think there may be a point
but then I lose it, and the madness grows

there is love and there is pain and there is confusion
and I'm sick and tired of bouncing between
and though sometimes I find a gray middle-ground
I'm usually blissful or tortured by the extremes